Untold

The story was not yours to tell,
The words were foreign too but that never held your resolve to put them under your spell!
The lines were mere magic as they descended from your roguish tongue,
They spilled forth, captivating them in a tale that held melancholy in its heart; wrenching another for your lulz.

You had made your choice back in time,
To pull a shroud on your pain and tell theirs in exchange, and you say “it ain’t no crime”.
The tales you recite hang heavily on their minds,
The tales your head connive scorches everything it finds,
The holes you desperately try to hide resurface the moment you pull on your robe to play host to the night.

You put on a show every new moon,
Your audience fooled into taking you for a loon.
You ride the wave with the strength of deception,
You neither tarry nor race up, you walk up to that glorious ending with ease, parting your wavelength of perception.


You share yet another poem as the crowd live your lie,
You paint yet another picture of a demented, hopeless lad you saw in the mirror all this while,
You share your pain through that of others to a world that cannot see but hear your words, as you rant on with no bother.

You twist and turn your pain in turn with the crooked ones they were prey to under the same sun,
You mix and match yourself with them, you bring out a protagonist you embrace, empathise and empower with your words’ elan.

DEAR RAIN, I LOVED YOU SO…

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My heart swelled with love so wild, every time I watched you burst down from heights and drizzle upon your child.

You were my lucky charm, my reason to not remain a recluse of my own prune for a brain and mourn.

Your wet hands had caressed me from time to time, revoking the solitary bard whom I seldom called upon to rhyme my otherwise crude lines. 

You remained; I hoped desperately that you would – my answer to the scathed look I saw in those mirrors after long wretched hours.

Under your spell I spent my days in that serene spot I had come upon, to unveil my pride in you and your slivers that never tired my otherwise empty eyes.

Dear Rain, I loved you so.

Yet you broke my heart, you scared me off and now I regard you with so much dread and a broken heart.

I look up and see you pouring down with all might as if you never shared my love or my feelings a mite. So I broke up with my bard and band, and I no more sing when you pour down on my land.

Now I fight the dejection you bore me. You, the one lone knight whom I wove into my life from the silver threads through whom you embraced the bosom of my desert; the very desperate desert that yearned for even the tiniest drop of your wet embrace.

MY FALLEN STAR

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You were the star thrown at me by the night sky to brighten my path with thy light. I showered upon you my empty sight that hovered over those poor souls who trod my path; the darkness in its depth well enough to frighten the darkest of nights and the bravest of knights. Yet you embraced it with a mighty smile, spreading your heat entwined with the ray of hope that melted the ice deep within my heart. You fell upon me during my weakest in life, to blend alongside the most wondrous of dreams that ever met my eye. While you burnt away from your body, pushing each and every ounce of your bleeding slings of hope into me, I waited for the hour to pass and the delirium to die with the lie. Each passing moment was a torture as I watched you disintegrate into small freckles on the face of the earth, as I waited impatiently for the wretched shrink to pull me out of the worst psych attack of my life.

As I lay there on that damp, dirty, garden floor with an outstretched arm to yours, I knew you weren’t a dream but held fast my breathe out of fear that it was too good to be true. Before the last of your rays surged into my sweat slick body, you reached across to pet my cheek, to tell me that you’ll never leave. Because you knew well before I that you could only stay within me to always be by my side. Tonight, gazing out at the sky from whence you dawned on me, I promise you my dear fallen star, that your gift of hope will forever remain the closest to my mending heart.